We are happy.

That boy

He suddenly was there. The boy with that magic smile, which made everyone giggle if he did it.

Even I couldn't stop from smiling whenever I saw him in the hallways of our school. He was like the sun. All the attention was on him, every time he came into the room or he was crossing the fields behind our school, or when he was just existing actually.

He wasn't a celebrity or something, he was a normal person, who just loved to be happy. Or at least it seemed like it. If he were to be sad, he was hiding it pretty good.

He had blond hair and some really interesting brown eyes. They were shining in the sun... Not that I've ever seen him near... Anyways, he was really sporty, you could see that. And so it wasn't a miracle that he instantly came into the hockey team... Don't ask why we don't have rugby or like the Americans want to call it: football. Our school it pretty shitty.

All in all you could say that he was pretty damn attractive. And that it wasn't a problem for him to find some friends. Some popular friends at that.

I am, and I wasn't surprised. He just perfectly fits into the 'golden, popular retriever guy' stereotype. I would be extremely shocked if he would even hurt an Miskito. Not that I ever asked him that.

I don't exactly know him. He was just there, from one day to another, and I surely would and have never asked someone to hang out with me. Let alone a rising celebrity in our school. Even the strict English teacher Mr. Coolens liked him! Or at least he didn't experience that much torment from him. I can't and I will probably never, ever, even talk to him. He doesn't even know, that I exist. 

Or so I thought. 

Because, as soon as I walked through the door of my art class, he was there. He was smiling and laughing with one of his many friends and instantly my heart skipped a beat. In secret, I tried to bring my light brown hair into a sort of clean state, which I failed miserably. Oh god... Oh god. He was a year older than me! How could he be in this class?! 

Nana came into the room behind me and gave me a suspicious glance. "What are we looking at?" she went, followed by me, to one of the remaining, empty tables and got us some paper from the back of the room. 

"Nothing." yeah, that was a fricking lie. She came back and rose an eyebrow. "And why are you red and all flustered, Henry?" I honestly couldn't even explain it to myself. I didn't even know him. HE didn't even know me! I should not even care, why he is here. He is just a normal student, who is good looking. "I don't know..." Well it wasn't a complete lie. 

"Sure. And Santa exists." she snorted and nudged me at my shoulder. I decided to just give into it and tell her. She was my best friend of seven years and she deserved to know. Maybe not that I have a really concerning crush on him, but the obvious. I just can't stand the feeling of her being left out. "Tom Bront is here." I looked in his direction, where he was busy helping one of the student by finding her pencil. "Yeah, why?" I spun around to her like flash. "You knew?! How come I didn't know, that year 11 and 12 were mixed? That like, doesn't happen." she rolled her eyes and grinned. "Well if you would read the notes on the blackboard, you would know, that we aren't enough students, who took art class. So two years are being combined. Easy, peasy."

Easy, peasy?! "Not that it is a big deal?" I just shook my head. It shouldn't be a big deal. But for me it was, and I know how stupid that sounds. Like, I am a boy, who has a crush on a boy. It wasn't really normal. But I am gay, so if we look out of my point of view, it is normal. I am just a 1000 percent sure, that he is the straightest mutherfucker I have ever met. He is adorable and all but i don't really think, that he likes men. And even if there were a slight chance of him being queer, why would he even like me? I have brown hair, eyes and brown freckles. But not those pretty freckles, that are feminine and perfectly placed. I have those freckles, that are everywhere and make me look like I have dirt all over my face. My body is kind of slim and I am also pretty sure, that he has 100 percent more muscles, than I have. We are just the complete opposites. 

If you look at it, you could say, that we are those stereotypical "opposites attract" love trope, but there is an obvious problem. Like stated, he doesn't know me. 

Nana shifted in her seat, which brought me back to reality and I could focus on our teacher, who just arrived. She smashed her bag onto her table and smiled at us, like she not just started an earthquake. "Good morning year 11 and 12! I am Mrs. Goodsburry and I will be teaching you in major art this semester. As you can see, two years are combined, but I am sure, that this wont be a concerning problem. I just hope, you all respect each other in my class and maybe you can get to know each other a bit better.... Art is not just learning, it is experiencing-" After that I just zoomed out. I had Mrs. Goodsburry since year 9 and she was one of the most annoying people, I have ever met. 

Nana slid a little not towards me and I opened it absently. 'movie night today? At 8 p.m.?' I grinned at her and nodded my head. We always watched movies in the beginning of the school year. It was an important ritual. Bonding even. Nana nudged me again and moved her attention to Scylar, who was sitting across from us. He was her big, fat crush since she was 11, so for almost 6 years. He was great and nice, but just like me and Tom, he didn't even know her. He was year 12 and as far as I know, he was pretty good friends with Tom. Nana and I both knew, that she didn't even have a chance. We were weird and they were... popular I guess?! Let's just say, that they were extroverts and we were introverts. And they were a year older than us. There was no reason at all, to have a crush on them, but we both did have one. Just that I knew about Nana and her crush on Scylar, but she obviously didn't know about mine. 

"So go on, and get yourself a group of six! Don't be shy!" a little shock wave crashed through me, and I looked at Nana, asking silently for an explanation. "Didn't you listen?" "No?!" I had better things to do?! She rolled her eyes at me again and got up. "We are making a group project in groups of six. We need to be year 11 and 12 in one group, so come on and get up!" I silently let a breath out, out of sheer despair. Couldn't we just skip the'get to know you' phase?! We weren't six anymore! 

"Nana, I want to be with you in a group." I jokingly said, and Nana flashed me a grin. "What a pleasure to meet you! How was your name again, couldn't quite catch it." We both giggled like little schoolgirls and searched for 4 other 'mates' we could form a group with. But there was a petite problem. We did not exactly have friends. We just stood around, moving our heads in every direction. Groups were building and we didn't really make the impression of wanting to be a group of 6. A duo was perfectly fine, right? Mrs, Goodsburry thought otherwise. She clasped her slim hands around our shoulders and let us jump out of surprise. "Wont you join a group, Henry? Nana?" I was just going to answer, as she pushed us forward, towards a group of four... shit. And as soon as I saw who was in this group, I wanted to run away, as fast as I could. Towards hell. 

"Boys, would you mind working with Henry and Nana?" Mrs. Goodsburry smiled innocently and I wanted to dig my own grave. The 'boys' looked at us suspiciously and then looked at them, as to silently ask each other, if we would be fitting. After ages, Tom Bront smiled at Mrs. Goodsburry and nodded his head. "Yeah, sure." I really needed to get my shit together and tried not to blush. 

"Thank you! I think, you will make a fantastic group!" she pushed me and Nana a bit further towards them. It was awkward. Shit, it was really awkward. I decided to look at my shoes and not to start a conversation, unlike Nana. "So, how will this project look like?" She flashed the group a charming smile and stood confidently. I was kind of jealous, how she could just be so confident and nice! I couldn't even get my mouth open. Tom answered her and my heart sped up into another dimension. "So we thought about making it about the environmental pollution, because it is a pretty relevant, uh theme..." he scratched his head and his perfect hairstyle got a bit frizzy, which made it look even better. Was he a god or some shit? 

Nana nodded her head and smiled at him. "Sounds good, actually! Right Henry?" You could visibly see the surprise on my face as she asked for my opinion. Fucking Nana, I am going to kill her... "Uh, yeah." Is all I could bring out. "Great!" Tom smiled at me and at the group and I focused my view on the floor again. In my stomach were butterflies dancing like in a disco. 

"So, how about we start getting some ideas on paper?" A boy, who I did not know suggested. Nana nodded encouraging. 

Please let me survive this class, dear god. 

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